After the hot air balloon stayed in the air for half an hour, it slowly landed in the castle courtyard.
As soon as the hanging basket landed, the witches who were attracted by the hot air balloon gathered around them. Compared to the first time when only Nightingale was present, now the members of the Witch League have basically all arrived, and the scroll that just returned from the city hall even trotted all the way. . After she asked about the situation, she kept looking at the sky worriedly, for fear that the huge sphere would fall.
As soon as His Royal Highness climbed out of the hanging basket, Scroll and Wendy immediately went up to preach for a while, advising each other not to take risks. After a few words of defense, the prince wisely used this novelty to start the conversation. Nightingale thought it was a little funny, and when she was about to go up to meet her, she suddenly froze in her heart and stopped in place.
She saw that Anna, who was being carried out of the hanging basket by His Royal Highness Roland, was full of smiles, and her cheeks were stained with a blush. The flax-colored bangs were all parted to one side, and a small clip hung from the hair, giving off a silver gleam.
Nightingale remembered a silver ingot that he had been grinding while instructing the blacksmith to operate those large machines in the workshop a few days ago.
Is that a hairpin made by His Royal Highness
The other witches also clamored for a hot air balloon ride, and soon, the airbag inflated again, this time it was Anna and Nana.
Nightingale stood outside the crowd, staring blankly at the hot air balloon getting smaller and smaller.
Anna's tender smile filled her mind.
Anna, who usually has a calm and indifferent face, rarely shows such an expression. Nightingale had seen many similar expressions in the streets and alleys of big cities during their wandering journey with the Helping Society. She knew what it meant. Obviously, His Highness and Anna is not simply looking at the scenery from above. Although there was Lightning and Maisie, they couldn't have done that step, but once the thought came up, it was difficult to suppress, and she suddenly felt as if there was an empty space in her heart.
Although she had made a decision long ago, when she really wanted to face this moment, Nightingale found that she was far less indifferent than she imagined.
She walked to a corner, sat down against the wall, and watched everyone making a fuss, her mind went blank.
The hot air balloon descended again, and after Nana climbed out of the gondola, Ye Ye, who had the first chance, immediately sat in.
When Nightingale came to his senses, Roland was no longer in the courtyard after being preached by the scroll, and he returned to the castle to do his work. She should have followed to the office and stayed by the prince's side, as she had done in the past. But Nightingale stood up and found that she couldn't move. She really didn't know how to face Roland now. Even if he couldn't see herself after entering the fog, Nightingale still knew that the other party's happy appearance would make her even more uncomfortable. .
The hot air balloon went up and down like this, and after everyone had sat down, Wendy walked over, "Why stay here, why don't you go up and try it? It's a great feeling to overlook the town from the sky."
If there is anything more difficult to face than His Royal Highness Roland, it is Anna. Nightingale hurriedly stood up, "No, I have to go back to the office." After she finished speaking, she entered the fog and took two steps before she realized, why did she use her abilities in the courtyard? Looking back at Wendy, who was looking around with an inexplicable face, she gritted her teeth and walked away quickly.
…
After dinner, she went back to the bedroom and slumped on the bed.
She didn't show up in the office today until the end. When His Highness tentatively called out her name, she just tapped twice behind his back with her hand to indicate that she was here. Even the other party pulled out the salt-baked dried fish from the mahogany table, which usually made her drool, without letting her compromise.
"What's the matter, what happened today?" Wendy walked into the bedroom and closed the door, "I saw you were sitting alone while everyone was in the hot air balloon."
"It's nothing." Nightingale turned over.
"Obviously there is something," Wendy sat on the edge of the bed, straightened her body, and stared at her for a long time, "I thought you were willing to tell me everything."
"..." The latter closed his eyes and muttered for a long time, "Because of Anna."
"Anna?"
Nightingale didn't want to tell all these troublesome things, because it would only make her feel narrow-minded. After all, the first witch His Highness knew was Anna, not her. But if he didn't say it, his heart would feel as if he was blocked by something, and it would be even more uncomfortable. During the mutual aid association, Wendy had given her a lot of help. Whenever she was confused, the first thing that came to her mind was always Wendy, and the other party never disappointed her. Thinking of this, she gently held Wendy's hand and explained the matter in general.
Wendy sighed after hearing this, "Anna doesn't understand the importance of this, don't you? I reminded you last time that he can't be with a witch. Roland Wimbledon is a king and needs an heir. To inherit this kingdom, from this point of view, he will never choose a witch as his wife."
"He can."
"What?" Wendy was startled.
"His Royal Highness Roland will marry a witch," Nightingale suddenly opened her eyes and said word by word, "He said it himself!"
She wanted to keep this news in her heart all the time, but now she can't bear this feeling of not being understood.
Wendy seemed to be frightened, and frowned after a long time before asking, "Are you sure?"
"It's true," Nightingale repeated the question from the scroll that day, "when asked about the possibility of you marrying a witch, his answer was why not. You know my ability, I can Determine if a person is lying when he is serious when he says it."
Wendy suddenly grabbed Nightingale's arm, "You remember, don't tell anyone else, not even the sisters of the Witch League."
"why?"
"Because he is destined to become the king of Greycastle, what does it mean to be a king without descendants? Even if there is no church, it is difficult for local nobles to support such a person to become their king! So this matter must be kept strictly secret, absolutely not Speak out. All you have to do now is to protect his safety, don’t forget, whether he can become the ruler of Graycastle or not depends on the fate of all sisters.”
Nightingale nodded.
"As for the matter that bothers you," Wendy pondered for a moment, "Do you want to take the queen's seat, or just want to stay by His Highness's side all the time?"
"Of course, stay by his side," Nightingale said without hesitation.
"Then aren't you by his side now?" Wendy smiled. "There is indeed only one queen, but even if he ascends the throne, he still needs your protection. Do you understand what I mean?"
Nightingale blinked, but did not answer.
"So it's not difficult to be together, but the hard part is to accept the choice you made." Wendy spread her hands and said, "If you can't do it, you have to back down, or go further... As for this issue, only you know it. Answer."
…
The next morning, Roland walked into the office yawning and opened the drawer, only to find that the dried fish was gone. (.)